Short One

She hummed softly to herself as she took the covers off her husband, and opened his pajama bottoms. “Never again, never again.” She hummed to herself. The woman at the surgical supply store said this was the finest needle they had, ideal for diabetics. Of course neither she nor her husband were diabetics. By going over and over the Internet she was able to obtain curare and a painkiller. She injected small amount all around the base of her husband’s penis, then into and around his scrotum. Looking at her watch she waited five minutes. Then she took a razor scalpel and castrated the sleeping man, first removing the skin, then cutting off his balls from their cords, these she carefully laid on the night stand. ‘Not much blood from that.’ she thought. “Ah well big boy will take care of that.” She went to work and cut off her husband’s penis, and got the results she was looking for, the area between his legs began to fill with blood.

She move to the head of the bed sat down and move her husbands head into her lap, and held his hand. “Wake up dear.” She said as she slowly shook him.

“What, what’s wrong, I’m all wet, what’s happening.”

“Oh you poor thing you’re dying, and there is nothing anyone can do to save you. But I’ll stay right here until you pass over.”

“I am dying, I’m cold, what’s wrong.”

“Your dying Fred and there is nothing anyone can do for you.”

“Oh my, I have a confession to make, I have been unfaithful to you.”

“I know dear, that’s why I castrated, you, now be quiet and let the bleeding kill you.”